"Ana, I don't see how-"
"Mom, no."
"...Did you just tell me No?"
"I don't want to go to prom."
"I don't care. You're still going."
"Jace is fine with it."
"He's a damn good liar."
"You didn't go."
"Because my boyfriend was two years older than me."
"Mom, please."
"Ana, you're going. I want to make you pretty."
"..."
"Gosh, you're pretty either way. I raised such a CryBaby."
"...Don't make me go."
"Why? What's wrong with going to Prom?"
"Lots of things. Girls can push me in the water fountain. Jace can be Prom King and I'll have to see him dance with another girl. I can turn into Carrie and kill them all...so..."
"...We're going dress shopping tomorrow."
"Mom!"
"I'm so disappointed in Jace. He was supposed to drag your ass to Prom even if Chance and I said no."
"You make no sense. I got into Harvard, mom. I studied my ass off and I'm surprised my brain still functions. Give me a break."
"Prom is a break. I hope you get drunk for the first time."
"Oh? Do you want me to loose my virginity that night too?!"
"Try and I'll beat you and Jace's ass."
"Ugh."
"Don't you 'ugh' me. I don't even know where you get all this attitude from."
"...I get it from you."
"Oh, don't you dare turn this on me. You're grounded for the next three hours."
"...I'm still outside, mom. This isn't the best time to ground your child-"
"Too bad. Come home. Charlee needs to take a shit and I'm not taking her outside."
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Teaching Stupidity
Short Story❝Hello?❞ ❝Hey...is this Ana?❞ ❝...Maybe. Whom does it concern?❞ ❝She's my study partner?❞ ❝Uh...the phone is breaking up...crackle. Crackle. Can't hear you.❞ ❝...That wasn't even paper...❞ ❝CRACKLE. CRACKLE. CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU. BYE.❞ In which a gi...
